What I Know Essay
I know what it is like to lose someone close to me. In the past year I've had 4 people that I know and love die. Before this I've never been to a funeral. They all died around the same time and it was a sad year and the saddest time of my life.
The person who was closest to me was my Nino Gonzalo. He and my Nina grew up together in Mexico with my mom and that is how they became my godparents. My Nino was always so happy and you would never see him angry.
It all started about two years ago he and my Nina came over from Covina for my dad’s birthday. My Nino wasn't himself but I didn't notice .Another day he crawled out his window and they didn't find him till the next day miles away from his house. My mom would get phone calls from him and he wouldn't make any sense he would get angry at my Nina saying she is stealing money from him and living in house without his OK. After this we knew something was wrong with him.
My Nina took him to the doctor and they said nothing was wrong with him. They thought my Nina was crazy but she was telling the truth because my Nino was not himself. They said he was too young to Alzheimer ’s disease but they were wrong.
At my Nino’s son’s wedding my Nino looked bad. He couldn't walk or talk it was very weird. I knew he was my Nino but I didn't like to see him like this. He couldn't eat. My Nina had to feed him. It was like watching a newborn too young to walk or talk and he had to be fed by someone else. He looked like a zombie with a blank face that never changed. When we left the wedding he stuck out his hand for me like somewhere in his mind he knew who I was.
As months went by it only got worse. My mom and her friend who also knew my Nino growing up went to see my Nino without me and when they came back they said it was good I didn't go. I didn't see until the wedding how bad it was. Soon after they left from visiting him in the hospital we got a phone call from my Nina and she said he was talking. I had hope that he was getting better but little did I know it was only going to get worse.
I still remember the phone call. It was Saturday morning I heard the phone ring but I let my mom get it and I lay back down in bed. When I came outside she was crying and I knew what was wrong and I ran back to my room crying. She didn't have to tell me anything I just knew but I still had hope so I hugged my mom and asked her and sure enough he was gone. I couldn't stop crying it ruined my weekend which was going to be fun.
When his funeral came around I didn't want to go. My mom said it was my choice but she thought it would be good for me to go. I then thought of Nina and her sons and knew that they needed me there. Me , my cousin , my mom , my dad and my grandma all went in our tiny car to Covina for the funeral . Me and my cousin weren't thinking about how bad it was going to be and I tried to stay strong but the minute I saw my Nina the waterworks started and I couldn't help but cry. The the weird thing was my Nina was strong and she wasn't crying. She told me he was in a better place and how great a Nino and father and husband he was.
As I walked through the aisles I saw familiar faces weeping for the loss of my Nino. I sat up front and as it started I couldn't stop crying but I had people there to help me through it. After the funeral we went to my Nina’s house and we had a celebration of his life. Days after I would wake up crying and my mom would come to comfort me. I finally realized he is in a better place but I still don’t believe he is gone. I know someday I’ll see him again.
I know what it is like to lose someone close to me. In the past year I've had 4 people that I know and love die. Before this I've never been to a funeral. They all died around the same time and it was a sad year and the saddest time of my life.
The person who was closest to me was my Nino Gonzalo. He and my Nina grew up together in Mexico with my mom and that is how they became my godparents. My Nino was always so happy and you would never see him angry.
It all started about two years ago he and my Nina came over from Covina for my dad’s birthday. My Nino wasn't himself but I didn't notice .Another day he crawled out his window and they didn't find him till the next day miles away from his house. My mom would get phone calls from him and he wouldn't make any sense he would get angry at my Nina saying she is stealing money from him and living in house without his OK. After this we knew something was wrong with him.
My Nina took him to the doctor and they said nothing was wrong with him. They thought my Nina was crazy but she was telling the truth because my Nino was not himself. They said he was too young to Alzheimer ’s disease but they were wrong.
At my Nino’s son’s wedding my Nino looked bad. He couldn't walk or talk it was very weird. I knew he was my Nino but I didn't like to see him like this. He couldn't eat. My Nina had to feed him. It was like watching a newborn too young to walk or talk and he had to be fed by someone else. He looked like a zombie with a blank face that never changed. When we left the wedding he stuck out his hand for me like somewhere in his mind he knew who I was.
As months went by it only got worse. My mom and her friend who also knew my Nino growing up went to see my Nino without me and when they came back they said it was good I didn't go. I didn't see until the wedding how bad it was. Soon after they left from visiting him in the hospital we got a phone call from my Nina and she said he was talking. I had hope that he was getting better but little did I know it was only going to get worse.
I still remember the phone call. It was Saturday morning I heard the phone ring but I let my mom get it and I lay back down in bed. When I came outside she was crying and I knew what was wrong and I ran back to my room crying. She didn't have to tell me anything I just knew but I still had hope so I hugged my mom and asked her and sure enough he was gone. I couldn't stop crying it ruined my weekend which was going to be fun.
When his funeral came around I didn't want to go. My mom said it was my choice but she thought it would be good for me to go. I then thought of Nina and her sons and knew that they needed me there. Me , my cousin , my mom , my dad and my grandma all went in our tiny car to Covina for the funeral . Me and my cousin weren't thinking about how bad it was going to be and I tried to stay strong but the minute I saw my Nina the waterworks started and I couldn't help but cry. The the weird thing was my Nina was strong and she wasn't crying. She told me he was in a better place and how great a Nino and father and husband he was.
As I walked through the aisles I saw familiar faces weeping for the loss of my Nino. I sat up front and as it started I couldn't stop crying but I had people there to help me through it. After the funeral we went to my Nina’s house and we had a celebration of his life. Days after I would wake up crying and my mom would come to comfort me. I finally realized he is in a better place but I still don’t believe he is gone. I know someday I’ll see him again.